Son of Yitzhak and Nechama. He was born on September 28, 1948, in Gvat, where he studied elementary and high school. Like all his classmates, Yoav was a member of the Hanoar Haoved movement. From his childhood, Yoav liked to wander around and absorb impressions. He studied every flower and animal with his open eyes and knew every tree. He loved poetry and music, and although he did not play he had an inner rhythm and his whole body sang. It had a wonderful harmony, harmony of the song with the body. So he wanted to set up a song company with other friends that would not “fake” – but not enough. Yoav loved working hard. He liked to dismantle things and put them together again. There was nothing like him fixing things-from sticking a chair to a short circuit. He patiently and willingly did his work to “look Yaffa” and kept working calmly until he finished it. Yoav was drafted into the IDF in December 1966. Although he decided to join the naval commando, he was sent to the Nahal Brigade. He did not accept the evil of the decree and because of his stubbornness and efforts, he managed to get what he wanted and was assigned to the naval commando. In time, Yoav became a veteran fighter, who participated in many dangerous operations. He was respected by his commanders and loved by everyone who knew him. At the beginning of June 1969, he volunteered for the career army. On the day after his fall, Defense Minister Moshe Dayan eulogized Yoav and his friends and said, “Such sons, who live like this, This is how warriors and so die are the most wonderful thing we have in our lives – in our lives as parents, as friends and in the life of Israel as a nation. There are simple events that turn over the years and generations into a legend. These children are a legend that was a reality, a dream of a people, with an exile, a dew and humiliation, which became reality – a reality of independence, of the homeland, of Jerusalem, of settling the mountain and desert, of water and of trees and flowers – Of funerals, of bullet-riddled bodies, who return to us at dawn, are carried on stretchers and all we have left is to embrace them to our hearts, to embrace them with unbearable pain, with love without words and with knowledge that we have nothing closer to them. The minister concluded his eulogy: “The parents of the sons who fell in the war, not to comfort, but to be with you in mourning. We are here, to be in this mourning with all our Lev and soul!” The Commander of the Navy wrote in a letter of condolence to his parents , About their son who fell in the daring raid and died of a hero’s death: “Your beloved Yoav was a courageous fighter, fearless, devoted and beloved to his commanders and friends. “Yoav took part in a battle that was one of the toughest and boldest that the IDF committed, and his death was found in an assault on the enemy post,” the commander of his unit wrote in a letter of condolence to the family. A year has passed since he was ordained in a handful of elected members and since then he has been very active in battle acts and tests, as many do not know. Yoav knew what was in front of him and the way he chose – not strangers to his risks. Nevertheless, he walked with his head up and up; He was proud and proud of his choice and of belonging to an elite unit. I know that there are no words that will be able to restore solace to his bereaved relatives. We, his friends and commanders, will be engraved with his tall, handsome image, which is an example of devotion and devotion – and you will find a source of pride and comfort. “In the 1930s, Kibbutz Gvat published a pamphlet in his memory.
